Many were gone,
I was not among
Little were strong
I was left with none...
I was left alone...
I wasn't just lost,
I had gone astray
I was pushed away
I never had anyone to trust
I had become a ghost
where will I wander?
where will I go?
where is the land were milk and honey flow?
I hear hear the crack of thunder
who will help me?, I wonder
I have to move ahead
on my own, I can do this.
Just a little faith in myself is what this is
A little water and a little bread,
travelling some miles more, I find my missing thread
©yonexy
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